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sometimes i wonder why do people think they are always right. something i wonder why people don t ever feel that they are hurting someone. sometimes i wonder whether do they even considered about being sensitive and properly stop making fking judges.

i don t understand. i mean she is a xxxxxx teacher. she should understand the difference between mine and hers. is it really the same? hell no . okays i admit i copied the background of hers but it was of a different colour. BUT HELLO, i am doing on XXXXXXXX and she is doing on PPPPPPP. Q took a picture of herself being so stress, stretching her hand out. I took a picture of myself hands to hands, hiding my face because i am suppose to be chained.

i really am damn pissed. First she told me i copied Q for the background many times. (countless) No matter how hard i explain , she does not want to believe me. So i just let it be. Next thing i knew, my teacher scolded me of copying Q photo pose. i was like wtf. this is totally different. this was going too far la. then i tell her i wasn t . i explain what the photo mean and this is what she shut me off with:

{(my name), (my name), you got to be confident in yourself. you can t go on copying people`s work. you got to have a idea of your own, original! why is it you must copy other people work. why can t you think yourself. if you want to go art school, you got to be confident. come on. please la. stop this. don t copy people`s work. you can draw well, (my name). Just that...}

i hated the word chee bai. i hated how it sound, insulting womanhood. but somehow i coudln t stop saying it in my head. i was like omgosh. i was like boiling inside already but she went on and on and on, telling me how i copy people`s work. I STAYED UP FOR MANY NIGHTS, LOSING MY SLEEP , and your telling me the next morning, i am copying people`s work? is this how it go? Similar work = copied. Fine , just give me a U grade. Say i copied.

In the end, i coudln t take it.

NEVERMIND, I DON T WANT TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ANYMORE. FORGET IT.

i said that to her and continued doing my work.
seriously, art school? what has my mother told her? I CAN T STAND ALL THIS PREP WORK ANYMORE, art school? tell me god, this is a joke. anyway, she just gave me a angry look. i coudln t be bothered and it was my first time shouting at a teacher.

And last night, i tried doing something creative like burning the paper with brown edges at the sides and next thing i knew, when i went outside of the art room, i saw Q doing the same thing. Straight away in my mind, i was thinking SHIT.

I am sure she is going to say I copied Q again.
somehow, i am always copying Q, it can never be the other way around.



















is it okay to cry?

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